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Kazuma placed a shaking, unsure hand on Kimishima's thigh, his hesitant fingers whispering over the supple flesh.
"Is this all right?" He asked softly, his voice belying a striking contrast to his usual confident nature.
"Yeah," Kimishima said breathlessly, lying his steady hand over Kazuma's and helping him ease the soft palm further up his silky inner thigh. "This is good."
Kazuma avoided his best friend's hazy, honey-coloured eyes and he blushed darkly, off-handedly mumbling an apology.
"What for?" Kimishima asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He moved closer to his friend, the muscles on his exposed body shifting seamlessly beneath his skin, demanding Kazuma's attention.
"I'm…not sure what to do. It's my first—" Kazuma was silenced by the older man's pliant lips as his friend wrapped his lithe fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him down
"That's not a problem, Kazuma. Not at all."
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